Who do you see when you look in the mirror?
I have a friend, my beautiful Colorado Girl. She is disciplined enough to work out at home. Cross fit. Running. Weight lifting. Hot yoga.
I’ve been in a yoga class with her. I’ve seen her in a sports bra and the little, stretchy shorts hot yoginis wear.
You could bounce a quarter off her abs. She’s got guns like you wouldn’t believe!
I would love to have her body! (Just not enough to work that hard.)
I think to myself, “If that’s what I saw when I looked in the mirror, I’d be so happy.”
And yet, my sweet friend, my beautiful Colorado Girl, doesn’t seem to see the same person I see. The beautiful, hard body her sedentary friend envies.
She compares herself to people who are taller, younger, smaller-boned, less muscular.
She is so much more than her hard body, too. She’s smart and funny. She’s a single mama who works from home so she can raise her four children. She’s a faithful friend and devoted daughter.
She’s God’s child and stands in front of him at church, her hands raised in the air to call to him, to praise him.
She’s as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside.
I wish she could see herself through my eyes.
I wonder who she sees when she looks in the mirror. Does she see the finely sculpted body? The soul that shimmers with her love for God, family and friends?
I wish you could gift confidence and self-esteem to someone else. Wrap it up in a box with the prettiest, flowery wrapping paper. Tie it with a giant, flashy, red and green Markel’s bow.
Watch her slide the bow off the box, because it’s too pretty to cut.
See her slice through the tape holding the pretty paper together.
Slide off the top and watch confidence shimmer up out of the box and envelope her.
See self esteem rise up and seep into her skin.
Watch her stand up and walk away. Look in mirror and see. Finally see.
I am beautiful. I am fit, healthy and toned. I’m sweet, smart and funny. I’m a child of my God. An adored daughter to my parents. A rock to my children. I am Me. And Me is pretty incredible.
Can’t you tell, my beautiful Colorado Girl? That’s what the rest of us see when we look at you.
Question: Who do you see when you look in the mirror? Who does everyone else see?